HBD2Me
Hey, it's my birthday today. 36 years ago I came screaming into the world and I'm screaming still.
All told, it's been a pretty low-key day, mainly because I'm sick. Again. Yes, Zoe's brought home yet another communicable disease and been kind enough to share it with me. She's a giver, that girl is. I kinda wish she'd stop.
I took it easy all day until 3:00, at which point I scraped about a week's worth of beard off my face, put on my Sunday best, and drove on down to Robert F. Kennedy Hospital in Hawthorne to teach a class, "Introduction to Windows." Why work on my birthday? Because this is the only freakin' day I've worked this month and I wasn't about to pass it up just because of something that happened 36 years ago. I'm getting very (Getting? I'm there, babe, and have been. Now I'm just getting fed up.) disillusioned with this job. I'm not getting anything close to the hours I was promised and they keep putting off the "rollout" that will give me those hours. I'm at the point now where I'm about ready to pack it in. If they don't have some good news for me on Monday I think I'm going to toddle off to Earthlink and see if I can't get a job there. The pay will suck, but at least I'll be working.
Anyway, after my class I came home and opened my gift from Beth: a webcam. I've been wanting one for awhile now and she finally broke down and got it for me. And now that I've got it...yikes, I'm a little scared. I put up a web page to feature the live feed, but I don't think I'm ready to pass out that URL yet. It's the Not Ready For Primetime Page, and it will continue to be so until I get some of the kinks worked out. Little things, like me needing a full hair/makeup/wardrobe department. Nothing serious, you understand.
